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 "Huh." Kayama set her phone aside and took a sip of her drink.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Elly gave her a decidedly flat look, her ears sideways. "What's the next?"

"Injury," she said quietly, watching Hizashi closely because she had a hunch. "What would you do if she were injured, Yamada?"

They all knew getting hurt on the job was an eventuality; there was no way around it. But as the dark-haired woman predicted, this panicked him. He tried to brush it off in true Mic fashion, blustering and joking, but Elly didn't even hear what he was saying. His high-pitched laugh was almost a shriek, and the circles around his eyes grew thinner.

"Hell, we all end up in the hospital at some point! Like, yanno, when Eraser here got fucked over by those Nomu at school an' ended up a Mummy Man, all wrapped up in bandages -" He choked to a stop as she placed a finger on his mouth.

"Shhh. Deep breaths." Hizashi took a huge, shuddering gasp of air and she squeezed his shoulder, maintaining physical contact. "Tell me something you can see."

"Uh, uh, your eyes," he babbled. "They're pretty an' purple a -"

She interrupted him firmly. "Tell me something you smell."

"Yer perfume," he whispered. His eyes were focused fully on her, now, his anxiety evaporating. "Ya smell like a flower... it's nice. Sweet."

Elly stroked a long lock of blond hair back from his cheek, tucking it behind his ear. "Good, very good. That's lavender, by the way. I only wear it when we go out on nights like this."

He sighed, leaning into the touch, then remembered they weren't alone. Hizashi snapped upright, his ears burning. "Um. Sorry?"

"You don't have to apologize." Her eyes were filled with sympathy and a warm, soft affection. <i>This dear man had a panic attack just thinking about the</i> possibility <i>of me being hurt.</i>

No one said anything else. Aizawa continued to snore, the muzzy sounds filling the room for a long while.